Leg day nearly broke me and this water is the only thing holding me together before the Green Day tribute in Envigado tomorrow. Come hand me a towel?
Leg day nearly broke me and this water is the only thing holding me together before the Green Day tribute in Envigado tomorrow. Come hand me a towel?
Beethoven's Ninth at the Teatro Metropolitano and this dress still hasn't made it onto me — the music can wait a little longer. Come help me decide how much of me shows up?
Festival San Ignacio opens today and I'm up before the sun, mapping my route through the food stalls — steak first, no debate. This shirt barely counts as dressed but the coffee's strong enough for both of us. Tell me what you'd eat first.
Festival Miradas kicks off today and my screening list is already longer than my patience, so I'm starting slow — just hot water and nine days of cinema ahead of me. First film isn't until this afternoon. Want to be waiting when the credits roll?
Ritvales night two and the bass at Parque Norte has me soaked in glitter and sweat — this mesh top wasn't built to survive a full set. Where are you when I need a dance partner?
The party finally let me go and the costume didn't survive the walk home — the horns refused to. I'm not done with this night yet. Come finish it with me?
Horns made it out of the apartment and so did I — the party in Comuna 13 is loud, sweaty, and very much my kind of night. Come find me before the costume contest starts?
Halloween is officially mine and the costume negotiations ended fast tonight — the horns won, everything else is still on the bed. The night's young. Coming with me?
The whole city's on wheels tonight and my costume lost the fight two blocks in. Tell me you'd pedal up next to me before the next rest stop.
Post-gym and the floor claimed me before I could make it to the shower — Núcleo del Terror opens in a few hours and I haven't even picked a costume. Come help me decide what stays on?